“Ah, come on now, cher! If ya wanna take it, you’re gonna have t’know how to use it.”

Gambit gives that cocky grin of his as he watches you with his staff. It’d been a sparring session in the Danger Room, one that always got heated because it was with the guy that could turn nearly anything into an explosive just by touch. Not to mention his fighting itself being nothing to sneeze at. It’s fair to say that he has a reputation for playing a little too rough, if not for his own amusement. When you weren’t lending yourself to be his target practice, he switched up tactics and brought out the staff.

Now here you were, having managed to get it out of his hands and into yours. And Gambit was curious to see what you’d do with it. Were you going to use it against him? Did you know how? Regardless of the answer, he was going to tease you anyway. He couldn’t let you think you’ve won yet. It was a game to him, after all, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Might be time to prove why he’s called Gambit.

“So, you think you got me in check? What’s the matter then, huh? Gettin’ cold feet? Or… maybe I should learn you a thing or two, yeah? Lemme go an’ show ya how it’s done. It’s your move.”